أَلا يا عَينِ فَاِنهَمِري وَقَلَّت

لِمَرزِئَةٍ أُصِبتُ بِها تَوَلَّت

Oh eyes, shed tears copiously, and weep

For the loss that has befallen me and made me melt,

لِمَرزِئَةٍ كَأَنَّ النَفسَ مِنها

بُعَيدَ النَومِ تُشعَلُ يَومَ غُلَّت

A loss that seems to set my soul on fire

When sleep is far off on an uneasy night.

أَلا يا عَينُ وَيحَكِ أَسعِديني

فَقَد عَظُمَت مُصيبَتُهُ وَجَلَّت

Oh eyes! Woe unto you! Gladden me,

For his loss was immense and most profound.

مُصيبَتُهُ عَلَيَّ وَرَوَّعَتني

فَقَد خَصَّت مُصيبَتُهُ وَعَمَّت

His loss weighed heavy on me and shocked me,

For it was grievous, all-encompassing.

لَوَ أَنَّ الكَفَّ تُقبَلُ في فِداهُ

بَذَلتُ يَدي اليَمينَ لَهُ فَشَلَّت

If a ransom could be accepted to free him,

I would have given my right hand though it be sundered.

كَما والى عَلَينا مِن نَداهُ

وَشادَ لَنا المَكارِمَ فَاِستَهَلَّت

He always aided us with his call and presence,

And initiated acts of generosity that flowed forth.

فَلَم يَنزِع وَما قَصُرَت يَداهُ

وَلَم يَبلُغ ثَنائي حَيثُ حَلَّت

His hands never ceased giving nor fell short,

And my praise cannot reach where his virtues dwell.